collecting my thoughts but mind keeps running got me overthinken turning nothing to something the distance is numbing and I'm trying to ease the pain breaking the mirror my angers from shame called out of name true feelings explained all of this shit is stuck in my brain it flows through my vains they need to be drained the past might be gone but the stains still remain im driving me insane I'm driving me insane In a twisted game from the spark of a flame staring at pictures in broken frames only pain to be gained it's hard to maintain if God knows my future was all thus arranged All I really know is that my mind keeps running and as it keeps running it turns nothing to something and if something is nothing then it's nothing to you but if your past is repeating change is something you do